De La Soul Baby Phat F- Devin The Dude Lyrics

Baby Phat F- Devin The Dude Lyrics

Fat fat, uh

And along came Pos

Fat fat



[Posdnuos]

It's a sure bet

When I stare into your dark browns I get

Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep

My bounds, on your touchy subject

Your weight, shape's not what I date

It's you, my crew don't mind it thick (Uh-uh)

Every woman ain't a video chick (Nah)

Or runway model, anorexic

I love what I can hold and grab on

So if you burn it off,keep the flab on

We gonna stay gettin our collab on (Oww)

Girl we gonna stay gettin our collab on (Ooh, ooh)

We gonna stay gettin our collab on



[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world

Tryna get witcha anyway cuz I know your a nasty girl

We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size

Oooh-ooh oooh-ooh oooooohhhh..



Yeah it's nothin but a litte baby, fat fat [5x]



[Posdnuos]

Claim you outta shape, you not outta place (Uh-uh)

You keep it natural with no powdered face

Without exercise you got the eye

Starin you down, make me wonder why

You women wanna frown at them stick figures

On them little ass girls, when a clique of niggaz

Run up and try to hurl game for real

Your frame holds appeal in the everyday

World in conceal is not the way

To go, I'm tellin you I had to let

Ya know, ya need to let it all hang



[Dove]

Don't be scared to show a little of that thang-thang

No matter how you weigh it girl it's femine

Got a body everybody wanna know (Yea yea)

Be the private dancer in my Luke show (C'mon girl)

Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu

Eat the whole box of chocolates I send you (Heh)

See girl, ya more than just apple in my eye,

Confess I wanna get up in ya thighs

Downs, the rest'll tell you all the things..



[Chorus: Devin the Dude]

[Dove]

I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight (Skintight)

Make the big panties look like little panties (Heh)

Tryin to lose that bottom girl you been right

I saw who make ya cookies I should go and thank ya granny (Uh-huh)

Don't mind you being conscious of ya calories

If gettin paper stack man you'd get salaries

You ain't in this alone I got a tummy to

Just lemme watch the weight, don't let it trouble you (C'mere girl)

Nine ten specimen up in ya jeans

You 'bout a size seven and just make it fit

Slim Fast, lypo, and body creams

I'll put you on the dogs I got a candle lit



[Chorus: Devin the Dude] 2x



Yeah, it's nothin but a little baby, fat fat [5x]